There Is Enough Sin In My Best

Great Grace And Small Gifts Are Better Than Great Gifts And No Grace.

Sincerity Carries The Soul In All Simplicity To Open Its Heart To God.

The Lord Uses His Flail Of Tribulation To Separate The Chaff From The Wheat.

I Am Now A Man Of Despair, Rejected, Abandoned, Shut Up In This Iron Cage From Which There Is No Escape.

He That Comes To Christ Cannot, It Is True, Always Get On As Fast As He Would. Poor Coming Soul, Thou Art Like The Man That Would Ride Full Gallop Whose Horse Will Hardly Trot. Now The Desire Of His Mind Is Not To Be Judged Of By The Slow Pace Of The Dull Jade He Rides On, But By The Hitching And Kicking And Spurring As He Sits On His Back. Thy Flesh Is Like This Dull Jade, It Will Not Gallop After Christ, It Will Be Backward Though Thy Soul And Heaven Lie At Stake.